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Trip End May 16, 2008

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Thursday, November 1, 2007

The topic for today was going to be on Perfection. Or more specifically on Me and all of You being Perfect...but I changed my mind. I've decide to talk about my kids. I can picture them squirming now. But first...the light bulb came on last night. The truth behind my Journey has finally been revealed to me. It's only taken 6 weeks. More on that later. Come on! I have to add some suspense to these blogs. It's not like I'm going to have a TV Season ending cliff hanger. Hey!.....That's an idea! You'll have to buy my book to see how the Journey ends! Just kidding. I know you'll all buy the book anyway.
My kids. All kids really. Are as individual as every one of us. Yes they do end up with certain characteristics of one or the other parent. But the whole package is unique. Parents can try and treat each one the same and instil the same morals and habits in all of them, but for certain reasons they seem to absorb it all in different quantities. Then they grow up and they start all over with their own kids (maybe).
I can't talk about all 4 kids in the same evening...well, because they are unique. They all deserve their own special time in the spotlight. So I'll be starting with my firstborn, Katrine. Born March 5, 1986 in Saint-Boniface General Hospital in Winnipeg, Manitoba. Katrine Julie Marie Fisette.
But first...Me! What else can I say about Me. is My Blog...My Journey. I've told you all before, I haven't the faintest idea how this get's written, but talking about me now will tie in with what I will be saying later. Well... I hope. It's always worked before. I grew up playing is...until I realized making money was cool. Working in my Mom & Dad's grocery store. Delivering Newspapers. Now that was my cup of tea. The business world. The reason I probably preferred making money to sports was that I wasn't really that good at any of them. I also didn't care for it. I'm not a team sports kind of guy. But I love music. My brother got the music lessons. I was the oldest, my dad loves sports, I played sports. I don't remember who's idea it was for me to play sports. It's not important. I do have a point to make, just not sure yet what it is. But I love music. I tried playing the trumpet in High School. I Sucked at it. Maybe I should have been Blowing at it? (Yeah..Lame-O. Bad joke.) Just wasn't in me. Manual dexterity is probably the issue. I can't type either. That's why it takes so long to type these blogs. I dropped out of typing class to take up the trumpet. Don't know if I would have done any better in typing class.
Music. So I can't play. But it's always been a big part of my life. In school, one of my best friends was an amazing musician. He picked up any instrument and he could play. I would just sit and listen to him play during skipped classes...oops...I mean...spares, classical pieces or the Flight of the Bumblebees on the piano(how did his fingers move so fast). Don't worry, I'm getting to Katrine...soon...I promise. During my High School years, and even after, my record collection grew and grew. I enjoy listening to all types of music. Probably the only exception is rap. Then CDs were invented...and that collection grew and grew. Same thing. All types of music. From Big Band and Classical, to Country and Techno Pop. Have I mentioned yet that I have almost 4000 songs on my iPod? That's a lot of music to listen to. It's always on shuffle. I never know what type of music is going to play. I have WWII war songs that I used for a Silent Auction we did a few years back for the Air Cadets. I have Mickey Mouse singing. Classical. Pop. Rock. Jazz. Blues....and on and on. Oh Right! And Christmas songs. Look, I do have a point to make. Somehow. Somewhere here. Keep on following. It should show up at some point. It's already after 9 here and I want to get up early to go drive around and tour the Covered Bridges and the Amish Farms in the area.
And before I forget...Today was DO day! I had stuff To DO! And so I DID stuff! I DID laundry. I washed my bed sheets and flipped the mattress. I levelled my trailer. For whatever was laziness...when I set up at this campground the trailer ended up quite lopsided. Since I've decided to stay here until Monday instead of leaving tomorrow for Washington, I figured I'd hook the trailer back up to the truck and level it. Besides that..what I DID...was go wash my can't be dirty for very long, especially since they're predicting nice sunny weather for the next few days. I also went for a haircut. It's extremely short now. Jump out of bed and I'm ready to go. I hate messy hair.
Music. I love music. I have it on pretty well...always! The truck. Work...when I was working I often had a headset on. In the's always on.
Ok. The light bulb. What I finally figured out is that I'm writing out my book outline in this blog. The various topics I bring up are the various chapters in my book. I barely scratch the surface of all these topics when I write my blogs. The reasons are twofold. One-For those of you who want, you can get the books I'm usually quoting from and read about the stuff in-depth. Two-I don't want to bore the rest of you with expanded theoretical discussions. Three- (Oh! I guess that's threefold) I need to keep some material for my book. And four. ( Yeah, I know...four-fold) I wouldn't have time to take pictures, drive from location to location and do much else if I expanded on these topics. So there. NO more suspense.
Music. Certain songs start playing and I have to stop doing whatever I'm doing to listen. Certain songs remind me of specific times in the past. Certain songs remind me of certain kids. And I will often tear up. When the following song played last night, that's what happened. It's one of the songs that reminds me of Katrine, because she is my firstborn.

Kenny Chesney - There Goes My Life

All he could think about was I'm too young for this.
Got my whole life ahead.
Hell I'm just a kid myself.
How'm I gonna raise one.

All he could see were his dreams goin' up in smoke.
So much for ditchin' this town and hangin' out on the coast.
Oh well, those plans are long gone.

And he said,
There goes my life.
There goes my future, my everything.
Might as well kiss it all good-bye.
There goes my life.......

A couple years of up all night and a few thousand diapers later.
That mistake he thought he made covers up the refrigerator.
Oh yeah..........he loves that little girl.

Momma's waiting to tuck her in,
As she fumbles up those stairs.
She smiles back at him dragging that teddy bear.
Sleep tight, blue eyes and bouncin' curls.

He smiles.....
There goes my life.
There goes my future, my everything.
I love you, daddy good-night.
There goes my life.

She had that Honda loaded down.
With Abercrombie clothes and 15 pairs of shoes and his American Express.
He checked the oil and slammed the hood, said you're good to go.
She hugged them both and headed off to the West Coast.

And he cried,
There goes my life.
There goes my future, my everything.
I love you.
Baby good-bye.

There goes my life.
There goes my life.
Baby good-bye.

I just want to say "Trick or Treat" to Katrine. I'm sure she was all worried about what I was going to say about her. It's payback for her comment last Sunday that that blog "left a lot to be desired! "
Happy Halloween everyone!
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